Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-02-08
A HORSE THAT EATS OYSTERS.
And Also SHOWS . Fondness for Frat and
Other Dellcaciea.

Isa Tribune reporter was passing
down Worth sire I toward the b very
the other day. his attention IA drawn
10 a rather tempting dis lay OF oysters
and clans on the half shell on a stand be-
hind which stood Q jolly. ruddy-faced
Irishman.
He saw the reporters hesitating air,
and smllln. 81, ly. picked up an oyster
knife, opened a big Fat biyalve, n then
walking toward a hor . that was stand
ing near the stand hitched TO tho oyster
cart, shouted:
William Sullivan"
TIE horse was all attention at once.
He locked his ears. threw up his head
and stood motionless.
"Now, yer %villun," said the owner ss
he offered the horse the oyster.
William" beIt his head around.
licked the oyster clean out Of the shell,
swayed his head to and fro. and rolled his
eyes In ecstacy Of enjoyment as the oys-
ter rolled down his throat. The report
er immediately called for oysters, and
the genial old son OF Erin. delighted with
the success Of his s~tratagem, opened up
conversation at nee
He's q darlint; his name Is william
Sullivan. and mine Is Michael Sullivan.
Whin did he begin to ate oystersf Whin
he was very young. and he's I oysters
ever since. That 8 why he's 90 healthy.
He AIM known q sick day, barring n
time when those devils In Chatham
Square-bad cess to them-gave him Q
bad oyster. That sort Of went aginst
Williams stomach. But he picked
right up and now he will ate clans,
oysters, peaches and anything except
tobacco, which / am sorry i didn't
tache him to ate. because IL cures. worms.
and he's twenty-three years old, sur"
Mr.. Sulllvan's eyes did not finch and
he resumed:
"Bll is a foine old Irish horse. too.
He understands Irish just as well -
English. Whin the divils In Chatham
Square yell to him In English Il 81 him
in Irish. and he comes every toime.
he ates q dozen or SO oysters - CLANS
every day, only as q trate, yer know.
why does he loik them? Well, now
there's no accounting for tastes. I've
got a dorg there that ates oysters" Md
ell MIR. Sullivan with a still uniiinching
gaze, as he pointed toward a window
on the third hoor OF a neighboring tene-
~ment-nou-e, where On q chair sat q little
black anu tan, all eagerness 10 join his
master. THE dorg," continued Sulli-
van. "began to pick up the oysters
around the cart and now he'll ate all !
give him."
IBID you ever hear Of the Irish car.
penter who put blue spectacles on his
horse 10 t ach him to eat shavings?"
asked the reporter.
Faith" chuckled Sullivan, .'I'd loike
to see the man who could kape spect-
tacles or anything on my horse"
"Hi, yer %yillun," he shouted. what
are We doingf'
"BIl" had slipped the harness of his
head and was making q vicious snap ut
passing horse.
That's a trick he learned when ! was
peddllng oranges In Madison Square and
Fiitn avenue. He used TO slip the har-
ness of his head SO rs 10 get rid Of the
blinders, because he could thin see all
the ash-barrels. He'd ate all the fruit
In them,
"0ne day we came by a lady's house
In Madison Square, and Bill made for
a b rrei in front of her house. She
asked me would bill at anything.
"'Yes. num- says I. IL he'll ate
whats In ynur barrel
And she ltughed. sor. and hal a
hushrl OF rrrties brought out, and Eli
ate livery o e. sor, SO he did. | would
not take $500 Tor Bill. He's a Pct with
Us all"
So sayin. sullivan gath I'd up hand
ful Of oysters, opened them and gave
them one by one to "Bill wHo licked
the 4 u so gieeiily AM with such APP
parent relish that his master turned
with pride ~ he he orter aud asked:
Isn't he a dar intE"-lN. \. tribune.